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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Walk'd the Other Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour,<br>2 Into a field,<br>3 Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield<br>4 A gallant flow'r;<br>5 But winter now had ruffled all the bow'r<br>6 And curious store<br>7 I knew there heretofore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 Yet I, whose search lov'd not to peep and peer<br>9 I' th' face of things,<br>10 Thought with my self, there might be other springs<br>11 Besides this here,<br>12 Which, like cold friends, sees us but once a year;<br>13 And so the flow'r<br>14 Might have some other bow'r.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 Then taking up what I could nearest spy,<br>16 I digg'd about<br>17 That place where I had seen him to grow out;<br>18 And by and by<br>19 I saw the warm recluse alone to lie,<br>20 Where fresh and green<br>21 He liv'd of us unseen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">22 Many a question intricate and rare<br>23 Did I there strow;<br>24 But all I could extort was, that he now<br>25 Did there repair<br>26 Such losses as befell him in this air,<br>27 And would ere long<br>28 Come forth most fair and young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 This past, I threw the clothes quite o'er his head;<br>30 And stung with fear<br>31 Of my own frailty dropp'd down many a tear<br>32 Upon his bed;<br>33 Then sighing whisper'd, &quot;happy are the dead!<br>34 What peace doth now<br>35 Rock him asleep below!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">36 And yet, how few believe such doctrine springs<br>37 From a poor root,<br>38 Which all the winter sleeps here under foot,<br>39 And hath no wings<br>40 To raise it to the truth and light of things;<br>41 But is still trod<br>42 By ev'ry wand'ring clod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">43 O Thou! whose spirit did at first inflame<br>44 And warm the dead,<br>45 And by a sacred incubation fed<br>46 With life this frame,<br>47 Which once had neither being, form, nor name;<br>48 Grant I may so<br>49 Thy steps track here below,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">50 That in these masques and shadows I may see<br>51 Thy sacred way;<br>52 And by those hid ascents climb to that day,<br>53 Which breaks from Thee,<br>54 Who art in all things, though invisibly!<br>55 Shew me thy peace,<br>56 Thy mercy, love, and ease,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">57 And from this care, where dreams and sorrows reign,<br>58 Lead me above,<br>59 Where light, joy, leisure, and true comforts move<br>60 Without all pain;<br>61 There, hid in thee, shew me his life again,<br>62 At whose dumb urn<br>63 Thus all the year I mourn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Vaughan">Henry Vaughan</a><div class=q>
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2 Into a field,
3 Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield
4 A gallant flow'r;
5 But winter now had ruffled all the bow'r
6 And curious store
7 I knew there heretofore.

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